I Didn’t Have Time To Figure Out Who I Was, And Now I Don’t Know How To Do That And Still Be Who

Even when words hurt, silence seem to grab the lives right out of us.

InfiniteWriterWorker

They ask him why he prefers to live in fantasy worlds. They ask her why she keeps wasting time playing games that wouldn’t really matter in the future. They ask her what she finds so appealing about unrealistic endings. They ask him what he finds so special about the poetry...

Everyone sees me as a monster, a bomb threatening to combust at any given time. And really, it makes me wonder what it was about society that created facades for everyone, made us different people from who we really were. But that doesn't mean I have to be dangerous like they think I am.

InfiniteWriterWorker, The Angel Within

Please reblog, this is so important.

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Speak Up. Speak Out. Just Speak.

I’ve been seeing a few posts about online harassment, cyber bullying, and even just self loathing over the past few days. And it’s driven me to the point where I need to speak up.

Originally, I wanted to have something larger planned for this; get some of my peers involved and make a grand gesture that people could rally behind. 

However, life doesn’t always go as planned. It took me longer than I had anticipated to complete this, and the momentum I used to try to get others involved waned. I’m no leader; I don’t have a commanding presence or the ability to inspire others. I’m a hobby artist with limited time.

But I still care. And I can still try.

If you find the time to re-blog this, add your story to this. You victories, your ability to persevere. The times you supported those who needed it most. Let your voice be heard.

You’re not alone.